The Time Has Come

THE TIME HAS COME

Alfonso Fumero

Smashwords Edition

THE TIME HAS COME

Copyright 2016 Alfonso Fumero

{Special Contributions from Eneida Dias}

Cover Design & Interior Layout: Laura Shinn Designs

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All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any printed or electronic form without express written permission from the author.

The Time Has Come is a work of fiction. Though some of the cities and towns actually exist, they are used in a fictitious manner for purposes of this work. All characters are works of fiction and any characteristics similar to any person past, present or future are coincidental.

I dedicate this book to the loving memory of my parents:

Pedro Fumero and Juana Fumero.

I give special thanks to my wife, Eneida Dias for helping me with the research and writing of this book.

For nations shall rise against nations, and kingdoms against kingdoms: And there shall be earthquakes in diverse places, And there shall be famine and troubles: these are the beginnings of sorrows.

–Mark 13:8

PROLOGUE

It was a very cold night in a remote wooded area in Bosnia. The wind blew very aggressively as it howled among the dead trees of the frozen forest. The snow continuously fell without ceasing as it became part of the snow already sitting three feet deep on the ground. The skies were covered with thick gray clouds which assured that there was no end nearing to the storm. Behind the clouds sat a full moon shining as a beacon, announcing a message of doom unseen by mortal eyes. For the light of the powerful full moon would never penetrate the depth of the monstrous gray clouds.

In the middle of this solitary area, full of death and cold sat a log cabin. From the stone chimney escaped smoke showing the only sign of life in the area. Inside a woman laid on the bed yelling and screaming as sweat ran down her face and body. Another older woman was between her legs trying to help her give birth, as a younger woman ran back and forth with pots and pales of hot water. Blood was all over the old bed and sheets, as the woman’s screams echoed in the silence of the storm.

Two bearded men with coats stood by the door watching intensely, but not saying a word.

Vruca Voda! The lady delivering the baby yelled.

Rucnici! Zuriti! The same lady continued to yell as she was delivering the baby.

As the younger lady ran back and forth getting pots of hot water and towels. Then there was a loud scream that ripped through the silence of the forest; and seconds later the cry of a new born.

Gotovo je! Dje cak je!! The older lady helping to give birth yelled, as the crying of a baby boy was heard. The older lady held the baby boy in a blanket as the room glowed with the light from the fire.

The two men walked to the women and one of the men took the baby in his arms. The woman that gave birth looked at the men with wide eyes and desperation.

Moja beba! Moja beba! She yelled, My baby in Croatian. The other bearded man looked at her as he took out a gun, pointed it at her face and as the lady screamed he shot her in the head. The other two women looked in horror, but before they were able to react, the man shot them both in the head. The man with the gun made sure all three women were dead. Then in a split second the two men left with the baby bundled into the night. The man with the gun set the cabin on fire. As they entered a vehicle prepared for excess snow, the cabin was left behind burning to ashes.

CHAPTER 1

The New World Order

Jill walked slowly into the cold, concrete and glass government building. She opened the heavy glass door and walked towards the metal detectors where three guards, without expression, stood with rifles. One of the guards silently pointed to the rail by the metal detector. The light skin bony hand of the young lady placed her small handbag on the rail. She walked through the metal detector and found two other guards with rifles on the other side. Jill’s eyes nervously roamed around trying to observe and understand as much as she could about her surroundings. As she picked up her bag off the rail, she showed the letter she had received from the United State government a week ago to one of the guards. The guard glanced at it, and pointed towards the two heavy oak doors without a word. As Jill walked towards the doors she could hear the echo of her heals clacking on the marble floors. It was a cold sound and she felt a very uneasy hollow feeling within her chest, as she wondered what has happened to her nation, the Land of the Free.

Slowly, she opened the doors and found a big room full of people, wall to wall. On the front side of the room there were small windows with bullet proof glass like the tellers at a bank. Some people were standing and others were sitting on the cold marble floors, but they were all lined-up in front of the tellers. The young woman realized that there were about twenty of these tellers and there were a few hundred people in this room. For a second, she thought about leaving. But she remembered the bold black letters in the letter from the United States Government,

Not keeping your appointment will be considered as an act of treason towards the United States Government and will be dealt with accordingly.

Jill took a deep breath and walked towards the back of the room. She was grateful for the sun light that came through the big office windows that were uniformly spread on the wall. The windows were closed but there was a comfortable cool air coming through the vents. Unfortunately, there were so many people that you couldn’t help feeling a bit claustrophobic. The room was lit very brightly and the walls were painted white with two large flat screens at each side of the room. They tried to make the room cheerful and as comfortable as possible, but she did not appreciate the reason for having to be there.

As Jill walked past the people she heard a lot of whispering. People were talking to each other but no one was being loud. She could not tell if they were being respectful or motivated by fear. She saw men and women, young and old, as well as children, many types of people all with the same look, confused and uncertain. They did not know what to expect. They had many unanswered questions. The future seemed uncertain. The future was here. It meant that radical changes were a curing in our country and in our life style, and we did not have a choice. Some very intelligent people decided what would be good for us.

Jill realized by now that she was not sure where to go. She saw a short lady, who had black hair with a gray streak, wearing a black raincoat, caught her attention. Her eyes looked smart and energetic, she felt safe speaking to her.

Excuse me, how do I find out where to go? Jill asked the short lady.

The short lady with the dark energetic eyes spoke to her with a big smile, All the letters are alike, Dear. If you look on the top right side of your letter you will see a long number with eight digits. Find where your number fits with the numbers over the windows and that’s your teller. That will be your line.

Thank you.

Sure, sweetheart. Good luck.

The short lady spoke with so much energy. Jill realized that some people did not mind being here. She wondered if this spunky intelligent lady knew something she didn’t. If all people were being treated the same, if this was finally equality for all, why did it feel so wrong? She found her place and feeling like a sheep, she quietly stood in line.

In front of her stood a young pregnant woman, she seemed tired and pale. She was thin and her face looked dehydrated.

Are you ok? Can I get you anything? Jill asked her.

No, thank you, she answered as she turned around to face Jill and continue to rub her belly. It’s the pregnancy and I feel jumpy with everything that’s going on. As she spoke she looked at the door nervously as when someone is speaking to you, but their mind is somewhere else.

Jill looked at the pregnant girl with empathy, Well, try to relax. My name is Jill. If I could help you let me know. Jill said with a smile.

The pregnant girl looked at her and giving-in to Jill’s hospitality consented to answer, Hi, my name is Deborah, as she forced a smile.

When are you due? Jill asked, as she thank God that she was not the one who was pregnant. She does not want to pass through that again, especially at these times.

Deborah looked at her tired; as she answered, In three months. That’s the real reason I am here. I am so tired of this, that I don’t care anymore about who is right or who is wrong. All I know is that if I don’t get the Micro Biochip I will not be able to continue with my check-ups, my doctor will not continue to treat me and no hospital will even except me to deliver my baby. I don’t care about doing this, but I have to.

Jill agreed with Deborah and nodded with understanding. Jill added with anger, To that you have to add, that you will not be able to buy anything at the supermarket or any store. I am a single parent of a four year old boy I need food and clothes for my little boy. I don’t want a foreign object in my body, but what is a person supposed to do?

What has happen to our country? Jill continued, "If we do not have this chip in our hand we will be like outcasts from our own society. We will not be able to drive, to buy anything or get medical help. The Christians are saying that this is wrong. They are talking about the number of the beast and the end of times. It all sounds scary and crazy."

When Jill mentioned the Christians Deborah looked at her and her eyes watered. She fought back her tears as to not cry as she listened to Jill.

I don’t see any Christian knocking at my door to help me feed my little boy. I don’t know how those Christians are going to survive. I have a Christian brother, he refuses to put the chip on, and he is out there with nothing. He was begging me not to come here today. But I am here with my letter and I will do the best for my son and me.

Jill realized that Deborah was tired and more concerned with looking towards the door. Jill felt bad; Deborah seemed as jumpy as a squirrel and decided to end the conversation. She was afraid that the conversation was making her nervous. As Jill stood there in silence she began to listen to some of the people around her. A tall man in his fifty’s, wearing a suite, he either had to be a lawyer or businessman was carrying on about how great this chip will be. I am so excited. With this chip we will be able to travel with ease and I will be able to access my accounts around the world without a bankcard. It will even make easier to get into my Mercedes with my hand just touching the car window. I won’t have to worry about hackers getting the numbers of my credit cards on the streets. I guess we only have to worry about them stealing the chip out our skin. He laughed loudly at his own joke. The young lady wrinkled her forehead, not sure if she understood the businessman. Then she heard an older lady behind her whose husband was dying of cancer and she needed him to continue to receive his chemotherapy, without the chip the therapy will be discontinued, the letter said. She was hoping to fix the matter. All around her there was a world of endless stories and situations; she didn’t want to hear anymore.

At that moment everyone became deathly silent as they saw the screens come to life with a video of the President of the United States. It was a recording made by the President to be played specifically for the citizens getting the chip.

My fellow Americans, as your President it is with great honor that I congratulate you for coming forth on this day and placing a Biochip in your hand and becoming a true American Citizen who is ready to go forward into the future of a free nation and opening the doors of opportunities of a new world solidification. As a nation we have gone through some very difficult turmoil economically, politically, as well as experiencing natural disasters. But we are uniting with our European Allies in a way that the New World" solidification and the Biochip will help us all to grow into a stable world financially as well as technologically. We will find ourselves in a safe and productive future.

With this Biochip you will have better control of your life and your finances. You will be able to enjoy more easily your money as well as pay your bills. With the Biochip you will be able to feel at ease, knowing that your children cannot be taken from you. With the Biochip you will be able to travel across borders around the world with ease and yet feel safe, that the times of terrorists, bombings and the killing of innocent people have come to a halt. I understand that change could sometimes be difficult and even scary; but the future is here today and we are ready to move into a better world.

I know that there are Christians, who are being extreme fanatics and are against the Biochip. They refer to the Chip as the Number of the Beast, Satanical, and "the end of the world